Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Azerbaijan and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Swans to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Silicon Teens. All the underground hits.
All Roxy Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bluetip record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sugar Minott record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Popol Vuh,
10cc,
Piero Umiliani,
Robert Hood,
Audionom,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Deakin,
Erasure,
Isaac Hayes,
The Alarm Clocks,
Neu!,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Remains,
Mission of Burma,
Duran Duran,
Marc Almond,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Marmalade,
Supertramp,
Howard Jones,
Josef K,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Doors,
John Holt,
Delta 5,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
48th St. Collective,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Sexual Harrassment,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Dorothy Ashby,
Stiv Bators,
Accadde A,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Trojans,
Mark Hollis,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Das Ding,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Royal Trux,
Funkadelic,
The Monks,
Bronski Beat,
Youth Brigade,
Sight & Sound,
Malaria!,
Amon Düül,
Sun Ra,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Music Machine,
Max Romeo,
Thee Headcoats,
Skarface,
The Vogues,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Kinks,
Godley & Creme,
Aloha Tigers,
Leonard Cohen,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.